The Island of Gods: A Journal pt. 1
Sunday, March 17 I have never been one of those people who enjoyed flying. Not even staying in the airport itself. Here's the thing: I have motion sickness and I almost threw up every time I flew on an airplane--which sucks because that's exactly why our parents almost never brought us anywhere too far since I might get sick and ruined the whole trip. But, just this time, I was praying and holding to this little hope that traveling with my friends will help me with anything that might happen during the trip. Like, perhaps reducing the puketage that might occurred or else. And they did. They really did. They reminded my to take my medicine and saying encouraging things through out the flight. They let me sleep well and sometimes asked me if I needed anything. I didn't threw anything up that morning, and they cheered for me! Just then, I know this trip was going to be awesome. God was really showing Himself off that day, because our first day was
